WOMAN WHO GLITCHES
I got me musing at all the women I’ve been with all the people I’ve met, how and what I burned from or for.
A mad mystic without a home for some. For others, I was certainly a stone fallen from the sky, God-bred .
I will ask him
Did you travel in my body? Did you wear my face? Did you reveal me ?
I told her
And now that we reflected each other, have you found certainty?
Were you healed by me, have you found sanctuary ?














